I Have Too Many Friends Who Tell

In This Acausal World, Scientists Are Helpless. Their Predictions Become Postdictions- Their Equations Become Justifications, Their Logic, Illogic. Scientists Turn Reckless And Mutter Like Gamblers Who Cannot Stop Betting. Scientists Are Buffoons, Not Because They Are Rational But Because The Cosmos Is Irrational. Or Perhaps It Is Not Because The Cosmos Is Irrational But Because They Are Rational. Who Can Say Which, In An Acausal World?

I Wouldn't Overall Say That "the Diagnosis" Is A Funny Book. I Would Say That It Has Comic Moments. It's A Modern Tragedy.

We're Plugged In 24 Hours A Day Now. We're All Part Of One Big Machine, Whether We Are Conscious Of That Or Not. And If We Can't Unplug From That Machine, Eventually We're Going To Become Mindless.

Oh, Love Is Very Much A Physical Thing.... I Realize That It's Very Complicated, And I'm Sure It Can't Be Traced To Individual Neurons And Hormones, But I Think It's Very Much A Physiological Sensation That Takes Place In The Brain.

I Am Spellbound By The Plays Of Shakespeare. And I Am Spellbound By The Second Law Of Thermodynamics. The Great Ideas In Science, Like The Cro-magnon Paintings And The Plays Of Shakespeare, Are Part Of Our Cultural Heritage.